Captain Holt: Gina, please keep an eye on Boyle today. He's gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.
Gina: Sure, I'd love to see Charles get punched.
Captain Holt: Try again.
Gina: I will stop Charles from getting punched.
Captain Holt: Correct.

Gina: Breakups are a cartoony thumbs down. They make people feel face-with-Xs-for-the-eyes.

Amy: Okay, let's talk planets. Jupiter is a gas giant.
Gina: So's Hitchcock. How does this help me?

Charles: Mapping, mapping, mapping, mapping, mapping, mapping.
Jake: What's going on there, buddy?
Charles: Just making a final imprint of your face before the LASIK surgery goes poorly and my eyeballs get burned off.
Gina: Why stop at the eyes? Burn off your whole head.

Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, my God! I was the leak! I got to take that picture down. Gina, I am so sorry I blamed you.
Gina: And I knew you would say something like that, so I went ahead and bought myself a cake on your behalf. Check it out. [Cake reads "Gina, I'm so sorry I blamed you"]
Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, dang.
Gina: And this has been here for the last half-hour, detective.

Captain Holt: This is not a strategy I'd normally entertain, however, challenging Olivia publicly is out of the question, so what do you have in mind?
Gina: Whispers.
Captain Holt: Yes, I know, but what specifically are the words that you would be whispering?
Charles: She lied on her resume.
Gina: She's a shoplifter.
Charles: She planted evidence.
Gina: She seduced a priest.
Charles: She pads her stats.
Gina: She's sort of stanky, I heard.
Captain Holt: No, no. I wanna be commissioner of the NYPD, but I want to achieve it honorably. There has to be another way.
Charles: There isn't.
Gina: Whispers.

Captain Holt: Fine, fine, tell me everything.
Gina: All right, have a seat. It's Gina time. Say hello to your compe-tish. Bryan McCann, John Kelly, and John Kelly. Yes, that's right, there are two John Kellys.
Captain Holt: How are these not the same man?
Gina: You should see their wives. Or should I say, wife.
Captain Holt: Good God!

Gina: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. What are you doing? You're snacking? This is from the guy who told me that eating finger foods was the one true sign of depression?

Sergeant Jeffords: And Gina, I know you got past your fears and helped Sharon out.
Gina: I'm so happy for you and I never want to see your daughter or remember this day.

Gina: What? No. Babylon's the best thing in my life. And I have a very full life. Do you know I know Papa John? The Papa John.
Rosa: Someone is lying to you.

Gina: Wait, are you only hosting dinner because you want to suck up to Holt? Not cool. This was supposed to be about friendship.
Amy: You said the only reason you were coming was to see whether my apartment was the reason I'm single or it was my personality, like you suspected.
Gina: Yeah, but that was before I knew I could get up on this high horse. Love the view up here! Clip clop. Clip clop. Clip clop.

Charles: Gina, you need to see this.
Gina: Oh, Charles. I can't take that. It's clearly not cash, and I don't have time in my life to return things.

Gina: Captain, turn your greatest weakness into your greatest strength. Like Paris Hilton, re: sex tape.

Gina: Oh, my God, Amy, that's so cool that you still live with your Grandmother.
Amy: I live alone. This is my stuff. I like quilts.
Gina: Stop. Each sentence is getting sadder.

Gina: Captain. I know this isn't my place to say, but Madeline Wuntch is here to see you.
Captain Holt: Actually, that's exactly your place to say. You are my assistant. What, precisely, did you think your job was?
Gina: Ideally, bull fighter, but it's such a boy's club.